Confessions of a Crooked Mind

Oooo. What's your woman count?

2010-01-25T03:13:00.000-08:00

Ooo, I'm naïve.

Last I heard, ladies were respectable human beings. Fortunately/Unfortunately, I believe in what I last heard. Therefore, here's a blog post to those who don't:

I've posted about you people before. Hell, I thought I knew the worst examples of such people. Turns out I didn't. The ManStud I spoke about before was nothing. Hell, he was an awfully nice guy- unlike some others I know, who would do anything to lay their hands on a girl, literally. Here's a story.

Mr. I'm-too-good-to-be-bad (ASS for short) once had a best friend. He decided that his best friend was too good for him. You know what happens in an int value? Once you cross 32767, the value becomes -32768. Here's my point: best friend was so good that ASS decided to make people believe that best friend was actually a No.1 bitch. And succeeded. Quite well, I believe. ASS is the type who would go around telling people how wonderful he is and how f**ked up they are just to make them believe he's the finest in the world (in case you haven't guessed, he is anything but). He was so good at it that best friend herself believed it and decided, "I'm a bitch". Poor thing.
ASS's work would've been okay if he'd stopped at his "friends" alone. But noooooo he wouldn't. He created a circle of co-pricks and decided to make everyone's life hell. And to this end, he went on a boot-licking spree, licking the boots of all those who had power (for example, a manager in a company, or teachers in a school) so THEY couldn't see how f**ked up he was. And THEN started his work. There're a group of people - some of the nicest in the world - and they're so nice, he doesn't like them. So what does he do? He uses his influence and ass-licking ability to make these people feel worthless, shitty and suicidal. Until these people are completely broken (and I MEAN suicidal). And they need someone's help.
And his latest plan - to piss off the good people and push them to bad action. How? By befriending the good peoples' friends (A, B) (who he assumes don't know him) and then bitching about A and B in a seemingly private forum restricted to ASS, asswipes and good people. Unfortunately, A and B know of the developments and think ASS is an asshole.

For those who don't feel any anger at ASS yet, and think he was right, here's an example - ASS goes around telling powerful people (read teach*rs) that the good people bitch about them. That the good people f**k each other (literally) just so they'll scrutinize the good people (and get false suspicions). The end result? Once their eyes are turned, he f**ks people who can't decide if they're good or bad (I guess those people are good). And he gets bored of the f**k and so he moves on to a new one.

If you still don't feel anger at ASS, you're probably ASS himself. Or one of his asswipe cronies. If you do think he's a filthy asshole, please comment and let me know. Cos I need to know. And in case you haven't figured out who the people in question are, good. Don't ask me, cos I won't tell. And in case you're wondering, I'm doing this for the good people. Against their wishes, but for them all the same. Cos I believe in them. I believe they are truly wonderful people... highly uncharacteristic of me, but please put your hands up against people like ASS. Cos with people like him going unchecked, the good people don't really have a hope.

Somebody shoot me. Quick.

2009-02-17T09:11:00.000-08:00

Playing Grand Theft Auto IV is possibly the most satisfying gaming experience there is, for the simple reason that it gives a depressed person more to be depressed about and an insecure feller the assurance that he's on top of the world.
No, wait. That wasn't right.

Here it is, plain, flat, fair, square, whatever. Enough I say, ENOUGH! People, let me lead my life. I know what I have to do to get into IIT, and that is what my parents, bro and teachers say. Buying 25 books and solving them backwards won't help, how much ever I'm told it will.

I keep running from my past. Be it 3 months ago or 3 years ago, whatever I've done and am doing continue to haunt me. People from Japan, I'd REALLY appreciate it if you messaged me for stuff other than getting favours done. I've had enough of people making me FEEL how distant I am from the families of the people I love most.

I share no history with them, I know. This fact hits me in the face. Unfortunately for me, some feel its best to keep reminding me of this fact from time to time. Do I even belong there? I don't know.

For that matter, do I belong ANYWHERE? That's for you to know. And me to find out.

Return to Arrogance, or AngryBrownKid

2008-10-12T07:53:00.000-07:00

Um. I'm back.
This is evidently the first sign of nervousness on my blog, simply cos I'm a bit rusty. Anyhow. My blog kicks ass. I know that for a FACT. And all you wannabe bloggers out there - not talkin 'bout all my feller bloggers but some such as the poodlydor and Monk and whatsisname RockPaperShotgun. Letting off steam. Pioneered by the one and only. Copied by you folks. And well. The way you do it is disgraceful people. I'm DIFFERENT. I RULE.
Ha ha. There are some who'll be quite happy I've posted once more. And I assure you, this is just the beginning of things to come.

Pissed off with the World.

2008-07-19T07:22:00.000-07:00

OK listen world. My World.
I've had enough of your shit, get that? Today, I demand that I be given the right to rant all I want. Even if you don't accept, scroll down. Else, FUCK YOU.

Listen female. I've had enough of your bullshit. You can't keep bitchin' behind my back. You can't attempt to depress me with every single thing you do. I know you're depressed. I KNOW you're suicidal. You'll give me your bullshit and then come back less than 12 hours later and be very nice. I AM NOT going to like you. I AM NOT interested in a relationship with you. I know you like a person I've spent a large chunk of my life with, just stay with that person. I think you two understand each other perfectly. And if you EVER try insulting my best friends again, I don't care if you're not afraid, I WILL KILL YOU. I know where my heart lies, see? Even if you don't see, I don't care. JUST DIE, ok? FUCK OFF.

Next. To the guys who don't care. I don't care either. You won't tell me what's going on. OK. I didn't tell you either, fair enough. But you DARED to bitch about me. You will die too.

Then you female. I TRUSTED you. Told you my secrets. TOLD YOU that people think they know stuff but its not true. You said, they know they know and went on and told all of them. Then I got to know of secrets of your friend. You said yeah you knew but you didn't tell me cos you'd promised to him. WTF BITCH. YOU PROMISED TO ME TOO.
Fast forward a month. I mention that same secret to you. You say, WTF? He never told me! Yeah, very funny. You told others too. They came and asked me about it. Told me you told them. They have no other sources either. I SHOULD KNOW. And you say, Mean-O. It never happened. Know what? YOU'RE A BITCH. Not to mention a wannabe.

I'll rant more. Just you people watch.

I'm Mr C--suk. I suck.

2008-07-12T09:56:00.000-07:00

Ok listen. I'm in class XI. I intend to stay in PS for TWO more years (XI and XII) so I have to put up with quite a few teachers. And I intend to go for quite a few speaking events including debates. For which I must be in the good books of the teachers. Especially English teachers. SO I MUST listen to what they say.

Which includes going for their competitions. Essays, elocutions, et al.

Yeah you know what I'm talking about. She called me for that competition a long long time ago. Long before VM invite came to school. AND I told you about it. You goofed up, not me.
And because of that you became a basic prick.

Listen, this post isn't about you. Its about you when you're a basic asshole. Which you are pretty much all the time but WTF. Inter-school competitions are more important than culturals, so I think I have better judgement on that. So there.

And oh yeah. You CAN'T do everything you think you can. You can't play basketball. Basketball is not played by pushing people who are in mid-air. You suck at much else.

So get that 40lb weight outta your head and be general niceguy. People are hating you already, if you don't improve there'll be anarchy.

Watch out, c*lsuck.

I kun speek wit un axint. Cun u?

2008-07-12T09:36:00.000-07:00

Yeah yeah I cun speek wit un axint. I deevalupd thees nue flouw dyood! Loik, totelly rad dyood.
I'm da peemp maan. I drive dis peempwaagan all ova dee place.
Lessall have some cannaabees maan.
Yeah, like, I can, like, talk, you know? I'm like, TOTALLY, into all this stuff, and yeah right, whatever!

Oh cool. You can speak with an accent. That really turns me on you know. You can speak with an accent. A FAKE one. PUT ON, you know? You like this American bitch on that American channel. So you talk like her. Or you like the Italian guy in the mafia movie. So you talk like him. Or better still. OK leave it. Frankly I don't understand. WHY. God gave you Indian citizenship. You are born an Indian. Live like an Indian. Pray like an Indian. For fuck's sake, talk like an Indian why don't you?
You AREN'T cool. YOU are a wannabe. Wannabe as in you wanna be this cool frood. But you aren't. So stick to your natural stuff. I detest the following.
TOTALLY
WHATEVER
YEAH, LIKE
*GASP*
(yes, I've seen girls who gasp with an accent)

So even if you feel this insatiable need to speak with an accent, hold it to yourself. At least in front of me. Else I shall beat you up. Very badly.

You don't agree with me? Die.

2008-07-12T09:26:00.000-07:00

"Dai machi. You shouldn't have posted like that da. Its too rude."
"The guy was nearly in tears da. Edhukku da appidi kalaaichcha?"
"No da, what you say is wrong!"

Yes yes. You all wanna give me your opinion. Fine. You wanna tell me that I should be discreet. great. I should give respect. Yeah ok. You don't agree with me. What?
Sorry guys. You don't agree with me? Bad news. I don't care.

Yes. I pride myself on irreverence, indecency, bad humour, toilet jokes, perversion, disrespect and being a basic public menace. I am arrogant, angry, proud, I think too much of myself. I have a lot of headweight. Precisely.

That's why I say. You wanna say something AGAINST me? Keep it to yourself. If you wanna say it, say it and then die. In my world, my rules apply, yours don't unless they agree with mine.

So people, the last thing I care about is a difference of opinion. Especially when I'm one of the concerned parties in said situation. So you wanna dispute me? Fuck off. Die. Like Limp Bizkit say so convincingly. Its my way. My way or the highway.

You guys give love a bad name.

2008-06-15T06:25:00.000-07:00

I'm talking to guys in this post, but girls may find this relevant to their lives.

Girl magnets.
Yeah you wanna be one, don't you? Maybe you do. Maybe you don't.
If you don't, you probably are
1. A prude, or
2. A guy like me.

What's the use of being a girl magnet? Of being a stud? You have girls following you all the time. You may say, "I like girls." If you do, that's exactly what you wouldn't be doing - breaking their hearts. They're with you, thinking they've found true love when you're actually snogging some other female behind their backs. If they/she know(s) you're a "stud", heaven help them/her. For f**k's sake, she's a slut, and sluts are bad for society.

Yeah. I know what it's like.

To me. From +91*********6
Heard you and your girl broke up...

From me to +91*********6
You heard wrong.

From +91*********6 to me
That's sad, cos I was thinking of asking you out.

From me to +91*********6
Maybe sad for you. Not for me. I like her more than I like you.

From +91*********6 to me
Do you have X's number?

(X refers to a girl magnet that I happen to know. And X and +91*********6 are currently in a "relationship")

And I'm thinking, WTF, slut?

You call it love. For the purists, the romantics, the guys you call "losers", its whore-ism. Come on guys. A girl you love. Girl of your dreams. If you don't meet her, don't "propose" to someone else. Cos she can't get out of it if she finds her dream guy. And if that guy is you and you find your dream girl elsewhere, you'll have to ditch her. Wtf.

Michael Jackson's Billie Jean summed it up perfectly :
"People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth"

Ciao. And fuck you, studs.

"I'M ON TOP! I'M ON TOP!" Of whom, you f**k?

2008-06-15T06:17:00.000-07:00

Orkut. 14.6.2008
Browsing profiles.

"--One line of text that describes the person in question quite vaguely and happens to be awesomely irrelevant-- then
IM ON TOP, LOSERS!"

WTF? I'm on top it seems. What the hell is that supposed to signify? That you're on top of the world? Definitely not, cos I think I'm higher, which contradicts your assumption that you're on the top.
Top of the list of testimonials? Oh wow. What a difference it makes. You're on top of that list, so you've proved you're his best friend is it? If you wanna prove that, save him when I'm slicing his cojones with a sickle. THAT'S friendship.
If that's not what it is, I shudder to think what it is. He's a guy. You write a testimonial for a guy. Ok, accepted. Then you fight with a girl to claim top spot on his list. WOW. That qualifies you as being gay, you know that?
Or you may be a girl trying to hide a relationship with that guy. Or vice versa. You put testimonials once every 15 minutes just to make sure you're on top. Whoa, that's what you call stealth.

I find this exercise completely pointless. Testimonials are a sign of friendship, I agree. But not the only one. I also find this practice despicable for one reason : When I say I'm on top, I usually mean that I'm on top of someone else. Doing what? Isn't it obvious.

You think we're mindreaders, don't you?

2008-06-05T22:09:00.000-07:00

From : +9198***12345
hey ppl dis is my new no. please save it thanks

From : me
To : +9198***12345
Who the fuck are you?

From : +9198***12345
dai its me da

What the F**K is that supposed to be? Listen, assh**e, if you've gotten yourself a flash new SIM card and all, I appreciate that you wanna notify me about it, ok. But listen you twat, if its a new number, I'm not gonna have it with me, am I? Therefore, if you're gonna say "dai, this is my new number da" then I'm not gonna have a f**kin idea who you are, am I?

Ok, maybe you didn't realise that at first. So I ask you who you are.
"Its me da!"
SHUT UP, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I KNOW ITS YOU! WHY THE HELL WOULD ANYBODY ELSE MESSAGE ME FROM YOUR PHONE NOTIFYING ME ABOUT YOUR CHANGE IN NUMBER? Who, in the first place, are YOU? You think I'm a mindreader don't you. Yes I am. But I usually read minds of people I know. I don't read minds and find out who a person IS.
So shut up. And next time, remember to add your name. So I know who's ass to kick and who's not to.

Peace. Except against these fools. I think some of you can associate with this. Please feel free to comment on it.

School Reopens. Soon.

2008-06-02T01:36:00.000-07:00

Run run run.
Run Ravi run.
See Ravi run.
You see Ravi run.

I'll write a book. Fun With Ravi and You. Recommend it as a reader for 6-year olds.
But that's their schoolbook. What about my schoolbooks?
Run run run. Run to Vijaya Stores. Submit a list. They will give you 6 out of 10 books but sorry sir, the other 4 were sold out 126 seconds ago.
Run run run. Down the road to Ravi book house. You will get 2 more. The remaining two?
"Saturday varum sir."
OK. That takes care of my books. Shit, my school bag. Its damaged beyond repair.
Run jump drive.
Yes. Run to the car. Jump in. Drive. Down to Witco.
Get a new bag. Dish out 600 bucks for a bland piece of crap not even worth 230. Hell, there's not even a Power Ranger on it.
Whatever. Run across the road to the tailor shop. 5 minutes on the clock for them to kick me out and say "We're closed." I tempt fate and cross with an Indica approaching me. At full speed. The driver takes the pains to open the window and yell stuff that would put SK Ashwath to shame. But I'm in the shop by then. Place an order. Measurements. Run home. Dinner. Shit. Tomorrow school reopens and I haven't got a uniform. I'm running naked to school and everyone's laughing.

WTF?
Yes. In case you haven't noticed, I'm 16. I don't have a driving license.
I don't need to buy school books at Vijaya Stores. School claims they'll give us the books.
My bag is in perfect working condition. Not that you'd know that.
And "tomorrow" is a holiday. School reopens only a week from now.
And lastly, I DO NOT GO TO SCHOOL NAKED.
So what's all this about?

One of the many useless nightmares that I wake up sweating to every morning. And most of them are about school.

Soulja Boy

2008-06-02T01:20:00.001-07:00

YOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!

Get the hell away man! Soulja Boy, YOU SUCK!!!!!!
What the hell..... He tries to make music. MUSIC, YOU CALL IT?
What the f**k is this?
Come on guys, this sucks. Not to mention pollutes the minds of kids as young as three. The lyrics are obscene, the sound is irritating and... well, for those who support me this should be enough.
And this is an appeal to the ladies as well. Its an insult to women, it's derogatory, demeaning and what not.
Soulja Boy, die.

Tastes in Music

2008-06-02T01:09:00.000-07:00

Music. Life. Notice a connection? If not, press Alt+F4 now. If you did, proceed.

I'm addicted to music. Any kind. My tastes differ widely. If I like anything that I hear on radio or TV, its with me in under ten minutes. So I basically listen to all sorts of stuff, including, but not limited to:

Techno
Trance
Nu-metal
Heavy Metal
Indie Rock
Soft Rock
Rap
Electronic
Trip-Hop
Hip-Hop
Alternative Rock
Britpop
Rapcore

And my artiste tastes...:

Moby
Tiesto
Fatboy Slim
Linkin Park
KoRn
System of a Down
Arctic Monkeys
Oasis
Overseer
Asian Dub Foundation
Rage Against The Machine
Jay-Z
Kanye West
Black Eyed Peas
Bryan Adams
Evanescence
Foo Fighters
Gorillaz
Led Zeppelin
Fort Minor
Gnarls Barkley
Justin Timberlake
Kasabian
Iron Maiden
Michael Jackson
Madonna
Radiohead
Rammstein
Robbie Williams
The Streets
Killers
Timbaland

But there's my share of hate material. But that's a different story. Next Post.

Chronicles of Ten A - A shortened Version of Everything Else.

2008-06-02T00:53:00.000-07:00

Yes. I'm finishing it off now. Not my mistake, sorry. My laziness and boredom result in this being the last post in this topic.

Chronicles of 10A, Part 2: Madam LS
She did become our good friend I must say. Or shall I say.... no, leave it. More than sitting in class I guess we were outside her office. With me pleading for mercy. For those fools. Or maybe not. She didn't appreciate it anyway. But she got to know the names of I guess 30 people in the class. When otherwise it might have been around 7.
I gave my badge back. Then she made me take it and wear it again. I decided then and there that the badge was defiled as it had been discarded and reused.
No, I'm not a fan of environmentalism, so reuse is not exactly my idea of fun.

Part 3: Boards
Blackmail. Scare Therapy. Shock Treatment.
No, not torture. Board preparation. From the point of view of the teachers.
Some of the juicier quotes.
"Your books will be stolen by the lesser students. Then you will suffer without a book to read from."
(In February) "If you have not been studying continuously since December, then you will surely fail."
FYI, I studied only after Feb 15 and got 94%.
Gah. I've lost my documents. Can't find any more.

Part 4: Board Results
Tears. Yes. Tears.
Everyone's in tears. English performance has been bad. Hindi performance has been bad.
Language gave everyone the wedge. Yes, wedge; not edge.
Top: 96.6%. Admissions. Then smiles on most people's faces because they got whatever groups they wanted.

Onward. To class XI.

Death to fakers.

2008-04-10T08:15:00.000-07:00

I've just decided I'll take an all-new stand. One on plagiarism.
DEATH TO THE FAKERS!
Why can't a person use his/her own bloody imagination?
Especially if you're writing a story. Or 'composing' a song.
Examples of plagiarism in Tamil music alone are available at itwofs.com
And stories or books?
Evident stuff includes even 'articles' and 'stories' in the school magazine, among which are stories about minister's kids.
Read my blog. I'll post on my blog later.

Class 10... Dream or nightmare?

2008-03-11T09:44:00.000-07:00

Chronicles of 10A, Part 1 : Cramming, mugging, crime and swimming.

Walking out of school for the last time as a Class X student has its own charm... it's when you realise that you've just given up your most important step in school life.
Not because its supposed to make you academically richer in any way. Its 'cause its the last bloody time you're not gonna have to worry about failing an assignment.
Of course, P.S. Senior Secondary School's Class X batch of 2007-08 has made quite a name for itself. I mean it. X-A paera kettaalae summa athirum. Literally.
Talk about the leader of Class X-A... then you get the picture. Yeah, thats me. I know this post sucks, but what the heck, at least I'm telling you about it!

This is possibly the biggest rollercoaster ride of my already-dull school life. But it wasn't relatively boring in any way. In fact, even the shenanigans have rarely seen such a year of school...
As Vanilla Sky (the movie) put it very aptly.... LoveHateTrueLiesWorkPlayFriendship. I shall not add the last word as it does not fit into the context. Seriously.
Starts with two months of absolute boredom. We find our own ways to get over it. All illegal of course... MP3 Players, Cellphones and video cameras aren't allowed as per school rules.
Then we get back to find the exact opposite kind of boredom. No seriously, there are two kinds of boredom:
1) When you have nothing to do
2) When you have too much to do.
In this case, it was type 2. Sitting all day with music blaring in my ears, I do my best to finish vast quantities of homework while aiming to finish before 7 so I can orkut and chat till 8.
Then its back to damn swimming class every morning.
Then comes quarterly exams. Shit.
Holidays? Don't think so. Holiday homework (WTF? Thats an oxymoron!)
Then the cycle repeats. Only, we are overworked even more after half-yearly... we have three sets of revision exams coming up!
I think you get the point of this already-wasted post. All I'm arriving at is that its been a shitty year.
Come to think of it, not exactly. Why?
Thats for me to know and you to find out.

More on this post coming up later. Including the Chronicles of Ten A, Part 2 : Madam LS.

Things I don't understand

2008-02-14T06:34:00.000-08:00

There are quite a few things I really don'y understand. Some of them I may understand, but I simply don't see the point of their existence.
1) WWE... endless number of madmen with drug-induced biceps, triceps, gluteus maximuses and what not, fighting shamfights. People watch it like its the thing that controls their future. I mean, what is the bloody use in watching the madmen just shamming? Animated, CGI games are more realistic!

2) Idolisation of 'stars'. What the hell? I post a comment against a certain fool 'star' in a person's orkut scrapbook, and I get some 10 replies from my friends saying the guy rocks, he is 'God', etc... Why? WHY? I mean, if he's God, it would be a separate religion, wouldn't it?

3) Abundance of hip-hop artists. Everyone who's anyone thinks they can make hip-hop music, and everywhere you go theres some fool who keeps sayin "uh, uh, schizzle f....r"....

4) Soulja Boy.
Read it on Wikipedia... you'll understand.

Watch this space... list to be updated soon.

My first blog post

2007-04-03T09:27:00.000-07:00

Ok, here's my first ever post on a blog.
I'm basically a mad guy with a bad sense of humor.
Today, I had school (like, duh?) and it was, as usual, boring.......came home, studied Hindi and Geography, played keyboard for a while.......then I was on Orkut; now I have created my blog.
Thanx to mom, dad, bro and frends!